When the fire
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In your belly ain't been shrinking
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And there's nothing
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Laying around that you could be drinking
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Take no mind
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As that stranger tries to pass you
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Is he blind?
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Or couldn't he clearly see the train?
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Couldn't he feel the bloody stain?
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Not that I'm one to complain
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Why do we chaw upon the pain?
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It's just the rage
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Just the rage
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Just rage
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Rage
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Close my eyes
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Pull me in and take my tongue
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Taste the lies
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That dance around us and we're among
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Break your heart
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Run out now and tear it up
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Then you can start
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To give that inner brat a hug
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Till the dickhead pulls the rug
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Take the fall from high above
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No details to what you love
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It's just the rage
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Just the rage
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Just rage
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Rage
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Calls a masterpiece
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"Come and paint me, here I am"
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And it's my disease
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That I am raging all the time
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Fought for reason, fought for rhyme
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Then I'm walking up the line
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The voice it calls
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I must abide
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Bound for glory on the other side
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It's just the rage
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Just rage
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Just rage
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Rage
|
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Just rage
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Just rage
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Just rage
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Just rage
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Just rage
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Rage
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Rage
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Rage
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Rage
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| Blues Traveler |
